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We took a little road trip to the east of us to visit friends in their new home in the Prince Edward County area.

I could move.

This was taken at Campbellford, Ontario at Ferris Provincial Park. You can traverse a suspension bridge into the park, which I did. Yes. Me. Little Miss Vertigo. And the only reason I attempted it was because the bridge was metal. It stilled swayed and provided a hand-clenching below bridge view.

I never looked down. And I might’ve rushed those last few feet.

Gracie G-Pup watched her mama from the van.

At the park on the other side, I was taking some clicks when a man came out of the woods with a black poodle. He started across the bridge and I started to giggle. That pup did a complete four-paw stop. I was too engaged in the moment to click a video.

He stopped, picked up the pup and said, “Yeah. That’s what I figured.”

Still laughing, I said, “At least you can pick your dog up. We had to leave Golden-Pup in the van.”

They struck off and I watched the pup bouncing along on his shoulder as I pondered which would be worse — a night in the woods alone with no gear or making my way back across that bridge. And then I saw the couple with their two lively young sons, probably 4 and 6, make their second trip, and I moved my tail. I was not going to be outdone by two little boys. That would just be the bunny hill all over again.

Wellington, Ontario and Lake Ontario intersect in the loveliest way.

I could move.

In Other News ~

It’s the perfect rainy, autumnal day in my neck of Canadaland. I can see the little Autumn Blaze Maple that was planted this July at the boulevard from my office window over the garage. I’m rockin’ a pair of jeggings and a purple tee that has Neighborhood Witch plastered across the front (courtesy of the LOLSister) and a long sweater, aka a fanny cloaking device. Getting my pre-Halloween on.

When the weather turned, we put the outdoor umbrella away for the season but left the bistro table out on the back patio. It looked lonely, so I moved two big and bright crotons to it and added some pumpkins. I like a good gaze with my morning decaffeine.

I looked out this morning and the crotons on that bistro table were shaking like a van on the back corner of a dark parking lot. Next thing I knew, Demon Squirrel popped out in his birthday suit. The fact that he was alone did give me pause. Damn that geriatric squirrel. I want to be mad, but I’m laughing too hard.

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